My condolences to his family. They are suffering, and Cunningly's death leaves a trail of sadness. I'm not all that surprised, though, as he has risked his life many times over with his close encounters with inanimate, or barely animate objects and creatures. His close call stepping through a swarm of cigarette butts and peanut shells at the Tonsil and Shamrock Pub was a real nail biter. I can't, though, dismiss him feeding his house cat while holding his 42 year old son. The poor cat was frightened out of its wits.

Chanteyranger